Naruto Fan Fiction / Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Never Too Late ❯ Genocide of Konohagakure ( Prologue )

The smell burned through imprinting itself on the senses. Sulfur with a hint of rotting flesh. Burnt bodies littered the soiled ground barely leaving enough room for one to step around. Blood soaked the terrain as the grey sky tried to wash it away. The dark sky thundered over head signaling the coming of a storm. But this storm was not as fierce as the one that had just hit the Hidden Village of the Leaf. Silence permeated the air as one figure walked among the dead searching for those that were close to him. The Konohagakure headband was securely on his forehead, away from his bloodied ANBU uniform. He was the last surviving ninja of the Village Hidden in the Leaves, the last warrior of death.

 

Emotions rampaged through his chest as his blue eyes scanned each face of a fallen comrade. He was just grateful that when the war started the civilians were able to flee to different countries. This kind of carnage was not meant for the weak hearted. Each fallen ninja will get a burial as well as their name on the memorial rock. Shuddering at the job ahead, his mind focused down to the job he had right now.

 

The rain began to fall as the ninja stepped over what seemed like his millionth fallen friend. He was about to turn back when a tingling sensation caught his attention. Feeling his body perform his Kekkai Genkai, his feet carried him in a flash to a different area of the village in a blur of orange and black.

 

Immediately looking around, he searched for the tool that would allow him to use the Hiraishin. His blue eyes zeroed in on the three-pronged kunai that was stabbed into the ground beside his lover.

 

“Kakashi!” He rushed over to the silver haired Jounin, sliding on his knees to get to him. “Kakashi! What happened!”

 

The older man smiled and coughed, pulling down his mask to breath in some much need air. “After you left…they came at with such force as though their restraints were released. Sakura, Ino, and Hinata were doing their best to heal everyone as fast they could…” Kakashi coughed more, blood spraying on his fingers. “Shikimaru tried to avenge Choji. Neji was with Tenten and Gaara protecting the hospital. I don't know where the other sand siblings were.” He looked up into blue eyes. “Kurenai, Genma, Iruka, and Gai all tried to help get protect the Genins that were fighting as were Shino and Kiba. Everyone was fighting…Jiraiya and Tsunade were the last to fall with me.”

 

“What about Sasuke?” He asked his lover smoothing his silver hair back.

 

“He went to protect his home, which housed the sick and wounded.” Kakashi replied weakly. “I bet I look like a bloody mess.”

 

Tears raced down his whiskered cheeks. “I should have stayed…I never should have left to destroy the larger one.”

 

Kakashi smiled and reached his hand up, cupping the cheek. “We made you Naruto,” He spoke softly to the blonde. Blue eyes looked down, blurrily, into mismatched ones. “If you didn't…” He coughed a bit. “We wouldn't have won.”

 

“This isn't a win Kashi!” Naruto shouted, tears falling on the cheeks of his old teacher. He ran a hand through his blood stained blonde hair. “This is a massacre. One that could have been prevented if I only stayed…”

 

“Don't you dare think that!” Kakashi demand strongly. He winced as he forced him self to sit up. His young lover trying to make him stop, but the scarred Sharigan user waved him off. “That one thing was allow the others to stay alive, after it died they weren't coming back from the dead. It was because of you koi…you saved us all.” He groaned and curled over holding his wounds. There was a large gash on his chest as well as multiple stab wounds on his back and stomach.

 

Naruto quickly took Kakashi into his arms and quick summoned his chakra into his hands. He put his hand to his lover's chest, hoping to save the one his loved.

 

The older man smiled weakly. Despite the quick thinking Naruto is doing by healing, it was too late. He grabbed the glowing blue hand, stopping the healing and looked up at the young Jounin. “What are you doing? I have to heal you before…”

 

“A kiss,” Kakashi murmured. His time was running out and quickly. “Please…” His hand slipped behind the yellow mass of hair and tugged forward.

 

The younger man smiled a bit and willingly let his lover pull him forward. His lips pressed against Kakashi's gently, but the older man put everything into the kiss making his more passionate. Naruto felt his lover's tongue caress his lips and opened his mouth allowing him in. Their tongues tangled together as the rain poured around them.

Kakashi's eyes closed as Naruto continued to kiss him. `Goodbye Naruto…'

 

Naruto's eyes flew open as Kakashi's hand dropped from around his neck. He pulled away from his lover and stared at the pale skin that covered those beautiful eyes. He laid the body down, his hand going to the cold cheek. “Kakashi?” He croaked out, tears welling up in his eyes again. “Kakashi?” The older man didn't move. His hands became inflamed with chakra as he tried to bring his lover back to life. “No! No!” He screamed as his tears mingled with the rain on his face. “Kakashi don't leave me! Don't leave me alone Kakashi! You said I would never be alone now that I had you! Please, come back! Come back Kakashi!” Naruto screamed hysterically as his chakra flared red as he tried to force it into the dead body. “You promised! You said a lifetime! You told me forever! Kakashi!”

 

Suddenly, he was cut off from his chakra.

 

“No! I can bring him back Kyuubi!”

 

`No…'

 

“I can bring him back!”

 

`He's dead kit, they are all dead.'

 

The fox sounded as mournful as Naruto, but he knew that everyone but they were dead and there was nothing they could do.

 

Naruto gathered Kakashi into his arms and rocked back and forth. “No….I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I should have been here. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

 

He buried his face into Kakashi's silver hair, hiding his tears from the world. Naruto's world was slowly crumbling around with the death of his lover, his other half. He felt, what seemed like, years of pressure push against his heart. This pressure was tearing him apart. The feelings of loneliness, pain, isolation, and a crushing weight from his childhood all surged back from years of being locked away. Kakashi had kept him from the darkness of sorrow. Now…Naruto didn't know what to do.

 

“Kakashi…” He murmured holding the dead body closer to his. Naruto body shook as sobs spilled out of his lips violently letting out the emotions that no ninja should show.

 

Lightning flashed over head and one name rode the thunder that followed.

 

“KAKASHI!”

 

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His body jolted up as lightning flashed outside, thunder following it. A thudding heart accompanied the sounds of the rain pounding against the window. Afternoon sky blue eyes scanned the dark room tracing over the empty space in the room. No, it was just the nightmare that woke him up nothing else. His eyes turned back toward the window and stared into his reflection. A flash of lightning helped his eyes trace out his features.

 

A smooth face scarred only by the three whiskers on each cheek. Full pink lips were closed while he scrutinized his own face. Locks of spiky blonde hair fell over his haunted blue eyes. Eyes that held years of wisdom, pain and experience. His face was forever youthful at the tender age of twenty six. A flash of light erased his reflection and replaced it with one of his dead lover.

 

He quickly lowered his eyes on the reflection's neck. He knew it was his own neck because Kakashi never had scars on his neck. A large scar ran from one side of his neck to the other. There were two other smaller scars around it, one above and one below near the ends of it, but the larger scar stood out more.

 

It has been few years, since Naruto thought about how he got the scars on his neck. He was wandering through a town at night when he was attacked by the same things that attacked Konoha that night…the night it was destroyed. Except this one was more animal-like than those. He quickly killed it but not before it could do damage. That damage was now something Naruto had to live with. The creature slashed out, catching Naruto by his throat just before it died. The ninja quickly healed himself with Kyuubi's help, but the damage was done. It had damaged Naruto's voice box. The blonde couldn't speak any more.

 

His eyes softened in remembrance as he began to focus on the rain. It was a few decades he lost his voice. But it was has been nearly a nine centuries or since the fall of Konohagakure. Glancing over at the calendar which held the year date, June 2004, Naruto began to think how he survived all these years.

 

After the `win' as his lover called it, Konohagakure was abandoned. It was just another village left to rot. So Naruto took it and its lands, including the training grounds and mountains, into his name. After he had burned the dead and put their name on the memorial stone, he was left to do nothing. The village was deserted what could he do? Kyuubi suggested using his name to keep outsiders out to keep their home as their home. Naruto had agreed and spread a rumor that the Kyuubi escaped and was now settled in the Hidden Leaf village. When that hit the countries, foxes from all over flocked to the village wondering if it was true. Kyuubi quickly explained what happened and the foxes had agreed to stay and keep Naruto company, it wasn't the same as human contact it kept him sane. With no one in the village to stop him, Naruto read all of the scrolls in the Hokage Tower, Hyuuga Mansion, and the Uchiha Home. Anything and everything that Konohagakure kept secret was revealed to Naruto by the time he was finished, including who his mother was. He knew that the Fourth was his father, that's why he learned the Hiraishin, but his mother remained a mystery to him.

 

In the scrolls from the Hokage Tower, he was able to find out where his father's estates. It was outside the wall of Konoha in the woods. The house was a mix of traditional Japanese and Konoha styled homes. As he walked through the home, he had found a large painting of his father and his mother. His mother was beautiful and according to one of the diaries, the home was model by her. It was a one story traditional Japanese style home, with the rice paper doors on the inside and some leading out to the deck. Inside was pure Konoha. There was electric, plumbing, furniture, things that weren't seen until later years because of the war. The things that destroyed Konoha had ran through all the countries destroying what `modern' technology they had setting the human race to a time called the Feudal Age, something or other. Naruto never paid any mind; until he had found out he had family still alive on his mother's side, although, he didn't find out until twenty years after the war. It was by this time Naruto learned that he wasn't aging because of the demon inside him.

 

His mother, Kushina Uzumaki, had a sister that had survived all the killings and the war. Being as Naruto was in some sense, immortal for now; he took the responsibilities of looking after them. If they were being tailed or about to be attack, he would protect them or the foxes of the woods would for him. If they needed more or were on the verge of poverty, Naruto would scrap out the gold from missions long gone and leave somewhere they would find. He often heard the word angel being tossed back and forth between his descendants. It was what he was, he supposed. A guardian angel to those that have descended from his mother.

 

Naruto smiled at his memories and reached up running his fingers over the scars on his neck. Though he couldn't talk, he was still happy. Reaching over to his night table, he pulled off the hitae-ate. He looked at the relic, his smile widening. Any and all objects in Konoha were place under a time spell to keep them from aging. This included his loved ones hitae-ate, weapons, and homes. He traced the Konoha symbol of the blue headband before putting it on around his neck. This one belonged to his lover, Kakashi. The one object that Naruto always kept on him no matter what time period it was. His old forehead protector, the one from Iruka-sensei, was in a glass case in the dojo safely stored away from any danger.

 

Standing from his bed, Naruto stretched out his back. As his arms reached over his head, Naruto's spine gave a resounding crack. He shuddered in pleasure as his back felt better. Walking over to his closet, he opened the rice paper door to reveal a walk in closet. He stepped in and quickly changed into his modern clothing. As he stepped out, fixing his collar, Naruto glanced at the calendar. June 17th 2004. He glanced down at his attire. A pair of black slacks with an orange cotton button up shirt and white suit-like blazer over it. Naruto went to the full length mirror in the corner of his room and looked at himself as he dusted off some imaginary dirt.

 

`You look fine kit.' A familiar voice said inside his head.

 

`At least I haven't lost my ability to talk to you Kyuubi.' Naruto commented in his head absentmindedly.

 

`We would both be bored out of our minds I'm sure.' The fox replied. `Now hurry up, it's time we pay respects to the one we should have protected.'

 

The blonde nodded his head a bit as he stared at his reflection. His thoughts drifted as his body moved on auto pilot heading out of the house. The one they should have protected…his one descendant that died because of his negligence. She was young woman, mother of three, wife to a good yet weird man. She knew of Naruto and didn't reject him like some of his other descendants who found out about Kyuubi. She was kind and sweet, everything like his own mother or so he read. The name of the woman who died today, saving her son was…

 

Kurosaki Masaki.